Sunday
I am once again trying to learn how to appreciate Bob Dylan. I do that sometimes, as I feel that his music is something that I should like. But no, it doesn't get to me at all. I cannot feel it, it does not make my heart wanna beat in the same pace as the rhythm, the lyrics is not enchanting me. Still haven't turned the music off, trying so hard to find that something that so many others seem to have discovered.
Yesterday we had a rugby potluck and of some reason, which may or may not have been me, we started speaking with heavy British accents and played Kings, a fun game to play sober. Headed back, and met a friend of mine who normally does not take the initiatives when it comes to seeing me, so I was surprised that he did.
And blunt as I am, I asked why he does this. Answer: He really enjoys hanging out with me, but when he doesn't hang out with me he is indifferent about me. Isn't that lovely..
How on earth am I supposed to relate to that? Just accept it and move on? I do care for him, which is the problem in this case. I am basically setting myself up to get hurt. I just find him to be such a nice person, apparently I was not too accurate when it came to that. Though I know that I will just let his words pass, as I naively hope that he will change his mind and realize that I am a real friend, not something you use for a while and then throw away.
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